I am dancing on thin ice.

Skating leisurely on wobbly ground, my feet dip into cool water.

I skate out further, daring myself to skate into the woods.

I feel dangerous. Afraid. Alive.

I am spinning on thin ice.

Picking up speed, I can feel the wind whip against my face.

I push myself out, into discomfort, into light.

I feel vulnerable. Raw.

I am still Alive, I whisper.